Isabella POV
The press conference was scheduled for two o'clock, which gave us exactly four hours to prepare for the media circus that would follow our merger announcement. I sat in my newly shared office - Damien had insisted on combining our executive spaces - watching him pace while he spoke rapid-fire instructions into his phone.
"I want a full security detail on both buildings," he was saying to Sarah Martinez. "And run background checks on every reporter who's requested access to the press conference. If anyone has connections to Blackwood, they don't get in."
The transformation from lover to corporate predator was seamless and utterly mesmerizing. This morning he'd been gentle and possessive, worshipping my body like I was something precious. Now he was pure business shark, protecting what was his with ruthless efficiency.
What was his. The thought sent heat spiraling through me despite the professional setting.
